Nina likes them in stupid flavours. Cherry, strawberry, banana, cinnamon. Which is ridiculous and frustrating, because if you wanted to eat something cherry-flavoured, a normal person would just get something cherry-flavoured, right? Or they might go crazy and get, y'know, actual cherries.

No one's ever accused Nina of being a normal person, though, so Vanessa plods on gamely, sitting too close to her when she helps her with the maths homework, surreptitiously staring at the shiny coat of gloss on Nina's lips.

Sometimes she borrows it and licks it off her own lips, because she's a sucker for self-torture, apparently.